lazing on a comfy couch, reading a gripping novel, a colourful picture painted in my mind, sipping an ice cold vodka lime, my favourite music playing and me singing at the top of my lungs along to the words i know. the only thing on my mind is peace and bliss, so fully absorbed in my book i manage to ignore the ear-shattering jets overhead. to not have to worry about SEP application and the damn administrative hurdles. to not have to worry about lab reports. to just do what i love and truly enjoy, read and sing.
i have a hypothesis - i complain so much on my blog because when i'm in the company of people, they're usually too bothered and wrapped up in their own lives to hear me out. and the few people whom i know will hear me out, i don't see them enough. do i talk too much and not listen enough?
actually, when o malley calls, we talk normally, taking turns to gripe. him about camp stuff. me about everything under the sun that offends me. ha. and a couple of nights ago, i think i was mean. i managed to shut him up by saying "so you're saying cigarettes are more important than me?"
